Hi guys!!!! I can't apologise enough for my lack of updating. I'm so sorry. Anyway I was so SO exited and Happy to have a request!! They seriously mean a lot, I love to know your enjoying these and I'm not wasting my time. This is the 2nd part of one of my old stories. And there may be a third, as well as a load of other stories on their way.
Also who is scared of clowns? Cause I'm so fucking scared of them! I'm trying to watch IT for inspiration but it's so hard!
Really hope you enjoy this one, it's a bit all over the place. Love you guys, keep reading, voting and commenting!
Locks of golden meadow, sweet red cherries and sparks of flickering brown shavings drove my mind in endless circles. His hair, lips .... And his beautiful eyes, now invaded with misery and a deep hatred, that I fear has rooted itself into his brain.
I open my eyes, once again, like every night the dull cheep wooden ceiling blocks my view of the starry night sky. The one Newt and I used to watch for hours upon end.
I roll over to stare at my curtains, I wish he would throw stones at my window again. I shut my eyes. His hair, lips.... Eyes.
I open them, a small cry for tears left my mouth. I feared sleep, I feared my eyes being shut. I feared being awake.
The sun rose soon enough, the normal clatter of boys running round to get to breakfast, smokey bacon on the bbq clouds my room. I lie there, no one would miss me, well apart from the builders, they loved this silent deal that had grown over time. They get to slap my ass, grope me when they wanted and in return I get people to sit with at dinner, a group to hangout with.
I slop up and get changed, sulking my way to breakfast. As Newt put it, I cower like a weed amongst the vegetables, avoiding all eye contact until the dreaded...
"Morning y/n!" James screams in my ear.
I smile, he was the only nice person to me, well as far as nice went. "Hey, so what we gotta build." I laugh at his scrunched up face, he looked just like Rosie the old sow.
"Shucking toilets 'gain. Kill me, I bet you its Chuck trying to be sly. He's so pathetic."
I fake a laugh, I actually quite liked Chuck the greenie. He's a sweet boy. Although like many of the gladers, my like wasn't returned. I cast my eye over to him, he had stolen my seat becoming the new me. No don't do it..... Why!!!! I want to rip my eyes out their socket they always do this, look longingly at Newt like the past month was just a dream.
Strong hands grab my butt, I jump. "Oh hey." I smile at the builder who's name I don't even know. James pushes the guy back and slings an arm over my shoulder. "Let's go somewhere else." His breath prickles my ear, not like Newt's use to.....
Soon enough it was James and I standing over a toilet, tool box in hand, umming and arring about how it's is to be fixed. "I bet if we bolt it back into the floor, replace these screws and fix the flush it should be working in the hour." James smiles, except his smile wasn't about the toilet, I could tell his mind was off somewhere else. All the builders minds where somewhere else, they continuously were restless, whispering about unknown topics. Caring hadn't even reached my bucket list.
So that's what we did, split the bolts between us and got to work.
Drill. Insert. Screw. Go. Again.
James leant back on his heels and I tightened my last bolt. I heard him chuckle.
"What?" I ask rolling up my sleeves.
"Your terrible at maths." He smirks.
"Am not." I huff and cross my arms.
"Yes you are, we needed six bolts we've only got five." He raises an eyebrow.
"I packed six!" I protest, rummaging through the tool box. Hanging my head low I sigh, he lifts my chin and kisses my forehead.
"Your adorable, now run along and get that number six." He pats my butt as I leave.
I squeeze my eyes shut and push my head against the wall of the toilet shack. A long painful groan rumbles out of my throat. All the equipment had to be signed off officially at the beginning of the day by Alby, best friend of Newt.
Trudging up the stairs I pray Newt won't be with Alby. What could be worse?
The fact that it was reality. I could hear him outside the gathering room, my stomach fell a hundred million miles. My feet as heavy as the sacks of flour in Fry's kitchen.
They were crocked over a bunch of papers discussing who knows what; something they most definitely wouldn't tell me. I knock, their eyes dart on me then off like a switch.
"Y/n." Alby greets me, his voice a low rumble.
"Alby," I hope they don't see my bottom lip quiver. "Newt." His name was practically gasped, "I need another bolt for the toilet." Thank god, that actually went alright.
"Builders are bloody useless." Newt mumbles.
"You should be glad if we didn't do our job you'd have gladers taking a klunk all over the glade." I retort.
It was like Love was watching us, his beautiful eyes darting between us, his blossom lips were covered shut by a long nailed, slender red hand, stopping his magic work. Hatred chuckled in his ear as she placed a knife against the tender skin of his neck. Her power was strong and she loved to watch her masterpiece unfold.
"Shut it you two, I don't want to hear any more of this baby fighting." Alby snaps, his eyes scanning Newt and I. He sighs and shakes his head, "this is messed up." He whispered.
Newt runs his hand through his hair, I bite my lip and our eyes met for a moment, it wasn't even a moment. A milli-milli second. Glorious milli-millisecond.
"Let's go get this bolt, come on Newt." Alby says rolling up the sheets and walking towards me.
He lead the way with Newt next, me at the back. The grass wasn't bowing out our way as normal, each step was a fight and a dreaded one as well.
The moment Alby entered the shed, there was a tremendous bang, the clatter of falling shelves and a moan of pain. Newt glanced at me, and we both ran into the shed.
That was the moment I died. Alby was clutching his head, his cheeks red and his jaw clenched shut. Around him stood all the builders, wicked smiles and baseball bats on them.
"What the bloodyhell is going on?" Newt demanded. I wanted to cry to him to shut up, my lip was quivering, going dry.
"We're just fixing the pecking order dear simple Newt." My heart fell, James laughed at him self as he threw his arm round my shoulders. "All thanks to this amazing girl."
I could have sworn Newt's eyes flashed red. His mouth twitched in anger, but he was lost for words.
Hatred pulled that knife deep across Love's throat. His delicate body crumpled at her feet, his sweet liquid pouring out into the ground for the grass to devour. She stepped over him like he was nothing but dirt. Her long black gown soaking in the victims blood. She placed a hand on Newt's shoulder, her long nails digging into his collarbone. She kissed his cheek and he was hers. Not mine.
James had been talking, arguing with the defeated Alby and his loyal friend. "Take them to the slammer and anyone who tries to stop you."
The boys picked them off the ground binding their hands. They brought Newt right close to me so his face was inches from mine.
"Bow to your new leader Newt." James laughed.
"Newt." I tremor.
He shook his head and spat on me. He could never love me ever again, I had betrayed him, he had broken me. Now we would just be my fantasy. Gally heaved him off out of the shed for the whole glade to witness his defeat. I felt lost, wounded. I wanted to die. One small tear washed away Newt's spit.
James smiled and wiped the remaining spit off my face. "Beautiful y/n, don't look so down, today is out victory day." He was happy, how could he be happy?
Snap. "What?" I turn on him, my mind no longer stuck in the pit of confusion
"Your going to be my queen as we rule this green kingdom of ours." He took my hand in his.
I pushed him away. "What have you done?" I gasped.
"I did this for you." He grabbed my waist pulling me close to him, his lips going for mine.
I screamed struggling against him till he let me go. My mind was a whirl, nothing was right. "No, I never asked for this!" I turned from him and ran so he couldn't catch me again.
The glade was chaos, so many gladers were trying to fight the builders. All failing. Minho lay broken on the ground as another bat attacked his back, he arched and groaned. Winston, Frypan, Adam, Ben, Sam, baggers, sloppers, cooks, slicers and poor sweet Chuck. All fought.
"Newt!" I screamed, my lungs bursting as I sprinted towards them. I tried to fight Gally off of him, he casted me aside like a broken hammer. I hit his chest, his back, his legs and still he continued on with Newt towards the slammer. Through the tears I watched them chain him up.
Minho was trying to get to his feet, love for his friends coursing through him. But love was dead. Only hatred now. I ran to him.
"Minho, please you have to help me." I cried pulling on his arm. There she was, Hatred, her plump lips kissing his ear filling him with ideas and lies.
Minho turned on me, his eyes ablaze, his hands slamming my shoulders on the ground. Each hit like a blow of reality. This is why Newt attacked James. I had been tricked. Used in a way I never thought I would be. The cold, sweaty skin clamps on my throat. Please... Please...please.. My eyes begged of him. Nevertheless Hatred drove him on and on. Then is blooded hair merged with his tanned skin, his skin and clothes all a blur. My lungs an empty coffin, as everything went black.